I attended the funeral this morning of a distant family relative I had never met. I’ve been to many a religious funeral and, like religious weddings, there is often a portion where the pastor or priest or reverend reflects on the life of someone he or she may or may not have actually known. This part of a funeral has always struck me as tricky. I sit there, crossing my fingers, in hope that the officiant can somehow manage to pull it off without diminishing or exaggerating the life that has been lived.
Today’s priest was generally successful, in my opinion. Specifically, he was able to take a seemingly minor detail – the deceased woman’s love of Jeopardy – and correlate it to an entire way of living. Both her way of living and a call to those gathered for how they might live. Here’s what it boiled down to, in question form:
Do the answers you have correlate to the questions you, and others, are actually asking?
Not only was I impressed with the priest’s ability to draw profundity from a TV quiz show, but I was actually struck by the question. How often do we hold on to answers that have very little to do with the questions that sit deep within us or provide others with answers that have nothing to do with their own questions?
Perhaps we are so eager to be heard and to be certain and to prove ourselves right that we never stop to see what the question really is. Perhaps we are afraid that if we honestly named the questions, we would never find the answer.
To these concerns, I turn to the great poet, Ranier Maria Rilke:
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart
and try to love the questions themselves,
like locked rooms and like books
that are written in a very foreign tongue.
Do not now seek the answers,
which cannot be given you because
you would not be able to live them.
And the point is, to live everything.
Live the questions now.
Perhaps you will find them gradually,
without noticing it,
and live along some distant day into the answer.






